Page 17 of Sin Bin Daddies
Leo’s mouth curves. “Yeah. I can tell.”
He drags his fingers down the curve of my spine, eyes dark and locked on mine.
“I can see the way your nipples are tightening in that tank top. ¡Te ves muy sexy!”
A tiny gasp slips out of me, but my brain latches onto something else. “You speak Spanish?”
His lips twitch. “Grew up hearing it. My mom’s Dominican. My dad’s Puerto Rican. I was raised in Miami, so it’s just a part of me.” He tilts his head, studying me. “You like it?”
Like it? His voice wrapped around that word practically melted my bones.
I swallow hard. “Yeah. I really do.”
His gaze flicks down to my mouth, following the movement. I don’t wait this time. I grab his face and kiss him.
Leo groans low in his throat, hands gripping my waist as he pulls me in, lifting me like I weigh nothing.
My back hits the counter, legs wrapping around his waist as he presses between my thighs, firm and warm and so fucking solid.
He kisses me deeper, hungrier, like he’s been waiting for this.
And fuck.
So have I.
Leo’s lips travel down my neck, warm and softly insistent, his tongue flicking against my skin before he sucks it slowly.
A small sound escapes me, half moan, half plea, and I don’t even try to hold it back.
His hands skim my waist, gripping just tight enough to make me shiver, and then he presses forward, and fuck?—
He’s hard.
The black sweats he’s wearing don’t hide a thing, especially not when he rolls his hips against me.
Another moan spills from my lips, and that’s when he moves lower.
His mouth finds my nipple through my tank top, sucking softly, his tongue flicking over the fabric, teasing me, making me arch into him, legs weak, body burning.
I glance down at him, and damn.
He looks wrecked already, his breathing shaky and uneven, his lips wet as he presses another kiss to the corner of my mouth.
Then he pulls back.
“Let me make you a sandwich,” he says, voice deep. “You’re gonna need the energy.”
My heart slams against my ribs, my breath coming too fast.
I slide off the counter, legs still shaky, and he watches me like he’s memorizing every fucking move.
“Where you going?” he asks.
I grab my phone, licking my lips before answering. “Texting my brother. Letting him know I’ll be home late.”
Leo tilts his head, eyes twinkling. “Why don’t you tell him you’ll be home tomorrow instead?”
Another zing of excitement runs through me.
